Lying in wait, one couldnt be more still patiently listening to the faintest sounds the deathly silence is broken by footsteps the hand deftly positions the crosshair pixel by pixel, precision is redefined and BAM!!
Restless, i prowl the corridors craving for the first spray of rain. An insomniac, a recluse in a crowd, the garb of happiness i feign. In the wave of humanity i long for a touch ,anticipating, all in vain. Withering from the insides, in melancholy i still remain.
2 comments:
Getting nostalgic?? ;)
i guess i miss being called slip :(
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